[ Eliot hears his name. It's so familiar that it twists something inside him, and at first, he doesn't think to pay it any attention. The last time something sounded like that when it said his name, it had attacked him. He decides he's going to try and keep his head down and ignore it.
Until he can't ignore it, because there are arms around him, squeezing him tightly, unmistakably Quentin in every way. Which makes sense because it is Quentin. Or something Quentin shaped. Eliot wonders suddenly if he's been tripping hard this whole time or if he's died and gone to some part of the Underworld.
How else could Quentin be here? Eliot's just told him goodbye. ]
I think this is the part where I ask you if I'm hallucinating and you wonder how me asking you would help.
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Until he can't ignore it, because there are arms around him, squeezing him tightly, unmistakably Quentin in every way. Which makes sense because it is Quentin. Or something Quentin shaped. Eliot wonders suddenly if he's been tripping hard this whole time or if he's died and gone to some part of the Underworld.
How else could Quentin be here? Eliot's just told him goodbye. ]
I think this is the part where I ask you if I'm hallucinating and you wonder how me asking you would help.